A rose that has been picked but fights back with it's green hell like thorns.
You look at the ocean but come to realize there's parts that haven't been explored and that there could be some viscous sea creature beneath you.
Simply looking at a a noun or thinking about an adjective could give you anxiety. And you run out of breath.
I love the zoo. But I think about the animals being trap, and waiting to be set free.
I have to get boneless wings at restaurants because I'm afraid I'll choke on a chicken bone and die. And when I think about death I think about how sad or depressed my family would get if I ever did die.
And when I here this boys name, I can't help but think of all of those things because to me, he's nothing but garbage that continues to pollute our earth.
